We've been in Yorkshire for a few days, only our second visit this year. I feared that the small front garden might have been choked by weeds and put a few pots of plants from home in the car to fill any barren patches. I needn't have worried, there wasn't a patch of bare earth to be seen, and the path to the front door seemed to have disappeared!
It's here somewhere.
Ah, eventually found under a great deal of vegetation!
The Rosa Mundi has obviously loved all the rainfall.
Sticks were cut and used to prop up plants and restore some order to the everlasting sweet pea. It's such a pretty, delicate-looking plant, but it gets everywhere.
But not everything was thriving. The snowball viburnum is in a very sorry state. It needs spraying with either insecticide or fungal treatment, possibly both.
The leaves are badly distorted with some sort of blight.
But for now I'll forget the problems and concentrate
on how much pleasure a garden gives.